Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the hushed tones of other diners were a comforting backdrop to Sarah's evening. She swirled the red wine in her glass, watching the light catch the deep ruby hue. The restaurant was cozy, intimate, and perfect for the date she was anticipating. She felt a lightness, a feeling of… buoyancy. She was meeting Daniel, and she couldn't wait.

A woman approached the table.

“Excuse me,” the woman said, her voice tight. “Is this table for Daniel?”

Sarah’s smile faltered. “Yes.”